Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ireland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.